Chapter 11

She was speechless. A king bed with a red satin comforter and piles of pillows sat against a wall of the one-room cabin. Red and white flowers in large clusters filled two vases, and candles decked nearly every surface.

"My God!" She could only stare, trying to take everything in. "Who did all this?"

"Arnie and Josie set it up three years ago. They rent it out for Valentine's Day, anniversaries, events like that. Starting next Monday, they'll do one run every afternoon and one every evening. Arnie was kind enough to pull it all together right away for me."

"Does anyone get to stay overnight?"

He winked at her. "That comes later."

"It's so…so…so…."

"Romantic?" he finished, teasing.

"And then some."

"Don't move," he said. "I'll be right back."

She was still trying to process everything when he returned to place a large wicker basket on the small dining table. When he lifted the lid, she saw that it held two bottles of wine, glasses, and a square box of chocolates.

"They didn't miss a trick," she commented, still trying to catch her breath.

"I promised you wine and chocolates, right?" He moved away from the table and came to stand in front of her. His lean fingers sifted through her hair and those midnight blue eyes blazed into hers.

"You always keep your promises?" she whispered.

"You bet. This is going to be a Valentine's holiday you'll never forget," he told her in a gruff voice. "And it's only the beginning."

"Wait," she said. "What…? Are you…?"

"You talk too much." He brushed his mouth over hers. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this opportunity. I don't even know where to start, but the wine and candy are rewards for being a bad girl."

"B–bad girl?" Her eyes widened.

"Uh huh." Tossing his jacket to the side, he eased hers from her shoulders and slid it down her arms. "Very, very bad."

When he tilted her chin up with two fingers, she expected another of those combustible kisses. Instead, he trailed his lips down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat, pressing his tongue at her pulse frantically beating there. He cupped her breasts in his palms as his tasted the upper swell of her breasts. She shook as he teased her with wet kisses and his fingers before, with a quick movement, he pulled the cami over her head.

"Gorgeous," he murmured as he sucked her nipples hard, one at a time, through the filmy fabric of her bra. Then he bit each one, lightly.

Her legs were so weak she didn't know how much longer she could stand. As if sensing it, Max walked her backwards to the bed and eased her down on it, all the while laving circles on her bare neck and shoulders.

"Don't move," he told her, kneeling in front of her.

He slipped each shoe off, set them aside then, lifting each foot, placed a kiss on the arch. A shiver raced over her skin. He took a moment to open the front clasp of her bra, easing it down her arms and shifting so he could tug it away. Then, sliding his hands beneath her skirt, he reached up for the waist of her pantyhose and very slowly rolled them down, over hips and thighs and ankles, until he could discard the garment.

"If I'd known what would happen, I wouldn't have worn them," she told him in a wobbly voice.

"That would have been a shame, because then I wouldn't have the pleasure of removing them. Right?" His tone was playful but his expression far from teasing.

He lifted one foot again and laid a path of kisses from her ankle up the inside of her thigh to her pussy, flipping back the skirt so he could place his lips directly on her sex. Taking the top of her bikini panties in his teeth, he dragged them unhurriedly down her legs and dropped them on the floor. Lying back on the bed, naked except for the short skirt, she felt unbelievably sexy.

Then he traced a line with his mouth from the other ankle all the way to her pussy. Along the way, he stopped to lick the inside of her thigh, the crease where hip and thigh were joined, the tender skin above her pubic curls. Every touch, every lick, fired nerves she didn't even know she had, and she couldn't hold back the moans. God, the man had an educated mouth. By the time he settled at her cunt, she shook with need.

Opening the lips of her pussy with his strong lean fingers, he licked very lightly at her clit, sending tremors slithering through her. Then he did it again, and followed it with a long slow lap the length of her slit. As if he'd been making love to her forever, he seemed to know every place to touch and exactly how to touch it. So aroused, she feared she'd explode on the spot. Tightening her hands into fists, she slid a glance down to where he knelt between her thighs.

"Y-you still have all your clothes on," she pointed out, her voice far from steady.

"If I get undressed, I'll embarrass myself," he rumbled.

"E-embarrass?"

"Uh huh. I'm so ready to come right this second, I feel like a horny teenager."

"Oh."

Oh, my God!

"I have wanted to do this with you for so long," he murmured against her.

The sound of his words vibrated through her. "You have?"

"Uh huh. But I was scared to death I'd ruin a perfectly great friendship."

"And now you—"

"Want it all. I was so glad you jumped on my suggestion. For the Valentine's campaign," he added.

"Um, me, too." Stunned at what was happening.

"Besides." He winked. "I'm having a really good time here."

He turned his attention back to licking every inch of her wet flesh then, without warning, thrusting his tongue inside her. The walls of her cunt convulsed, gripping him, her hips thrusting forward. Max propped her legs wide with his shoulders and held her pussy open while he ate at her, again and again. She writhed in pleasure, an orgasm building inside her, unwinding like coiled steel.

"Go ahead, sugar." His voice muffled against her body. "Let it go. We aren't stopping at one."

He squeezed his lips around her cunt at the same time he thrust two fingers inside her.

"Oh, God," she cried, eyes shut, unable to hold back even if she wanted to. "Ohhhhhh."

"Let go," he murmured around her hot nub. "Go on, sugar."

He drove his fingers in and out of her, speeding up the pace even as he sucked harder.

And she exploded, shook with convulsions, the walls of her cunt convulsing around his fingers over and over. Nothing existed except Max, his touch and his mouth, and the erotic tornado racing through her.

When she opened her eyes again, he grinned up at her, his fingers still inside her. He eased them gradually from the grip of her flesh and, one by one, carefully licked them in a sight more erotic than she had ever seen.